The Death of Wallenstein, Friedrich Schiller [learn to read books txt] 📗

We should not Hurry to realize a bloody sentence. A word may be recalled, a life never can be.

BUTLER. Despatch in service pleases sovereigns.

GORDON. No honest man's ambitious to press forward To the hangman's service.

BUTLER.
And no brave man loses His color at a daring enterprise.

GORDON. A brave man hazards life, but not his conscience.

BUTLER. What then? Shall he go forth anew to kindle The unextinguishable flame of war?

GORDON. Seize him, and hold him prisoner - do not kill him.

BUTLER. Had not the emperor's army been defeated I might have done so. But 'tis now passed by.

GORDON. Oh, wherefore opened I the stronghold to him?

BUTLER. His destiny, and not the place destroys him.

GORDON. Upon these ramparts, as beseemed a soldier - I had fallen, defending the emperor's citadel!

BUTLER. Yes! and a thousand gallant men have perished!

GORDON. Doing their duty - that adorns the man! But murder's a black deed, and nature curses it.

BUTLER (brings out a paper). Here is the manifesto which commands us To gain possession of his person. See - It is addressed to you as well as me. Are you content to take the consequences, If through our fault he escape to the enemy?

GORDON. I? Gracious God!

BUTLER.
Take it on yourself. Come of it what may, on you I lay it.

GORDON. Oh, God in heaven!

BUTLER.
Can you advise aught else Wherewith to execute the emperor's purpose? Say if you can. For I desire his fall, Not his destruction.

GORDON.
Merciful heaven! what must be I see as clear as you. Yet still the heart Within my bosom beats with other feelings!

BUTLER. Mine is of harder stuff! Necessity In her rough school hath steeled me. And this Illo, And Terzky likewise, they must not survive him.

GORDON. I feel no pang for these. Their own bad hearts Impelled them, not the influence of the stars. 'Twas they who strewed the seeds of evil passions In his calm breast, and with officious villany Watered and nursed the poisonous plants. May they Receive their earnests to the uttermost mite!

BUTLER. And their death shall precede his! We meant to have taken them alive this evening Amid the merrymaking of a feast, And keep them prisoners in the citadel, But this makes shorter work. I go this instant To give the necessary orders.


SCENE VII.

To these enter ILLO and TERZKY.

TERZKY. Our luck is on the turn. To-morrow come The Swedes - twelve thousand gallant warriors, Illo! Then straightwise for Vienna. Cheerily, friend! What! meet such news with such a moody face?

ILLO. It lies with us at present to prescribe Laws, and take vengeance on those worthless traitors Those skulking cowards that deserted us; One has already done his bitter penance, The Piccolomini: be his the fate Of all who wish us evil! This flies sure To the old man's heart; he has his whole life long Fretted and toiled to raise his ancient house From a count's title to the name of prince; And now must seek a grave for his only son.

BUTLER. 'Twas pity, though! A youth of such heroic And gentle temperament! The duke himself, 'Twas easily seen, how near it went to his heart.

ILLO. Hark ye, old friend! That is the very point That never pleased me in our general - He ever gave the preference to the Italians. Yea, at this very moment, by my soul! He'd gladly see us all dead ten times over, Could he thereby recall his friend to life.

TERZKY. Hush, hush! Let the dead rest! This evening's business Is, who can fairly drink the other down - Your regiment, Illo! gives the entertainment. Come! we will keep a merry carnival The night for once be day, and 'mid full glasses Will we expect the Swedish avant-garde.

ILLO. Yes, let us be of good cheer for to-day, For there's hot work before us, friends! This sword Shall have no rest till it is bathed to the hilt In Austrian blood.

GORDON. Shame, shame! what talk is this, My lord field-marshal? Wherefore foam you so Against your emperor?

BUTLER.
Hope not too much From this first victory. Bethink you, sirs! How rapidly the wheel of fortune turns; The emperor still is formidably strong.

ILLO. The emperor has soldiers, no commander, For this King Ferdinand of Hungary Is but a tyro. Gallas? He's no luck, And was of old the ruiner of armies. And then this viper, this Octavio, Is excellent at stabbing in the back, But ne'er meets Friedland in the open field.

TERZKY. Trust me, my friends, it cannot but succeed; Fortune, we know, can ne'er forsake the duke! - And only under Wallenstein can Austria Be conqueror.

ILLO. The duke will soon assemble A mighty army: all come crowding, streaming To banners, dedicate by destiny To fame, and prosperous fortune. I behold Old times come back again! he will become Once more the mighty lord which he has been. How will the fools, who've how deserted him, Look then? I can't but laugh to think of them, For lands will he present to all his friends, And like a king and emperor reward True services; but we've the nearest claims.
[To GORDON. You will not be forgotten, governor! He'll take from you this nest, and bid you shine In higher station: your fidelity Well merits it.

GORDON.
I am content already, And wish to climb no higher; where great height is, The fall must needy be great. "Great height, great depth."

ILLO. Here you have no more business, for to-morrow The Swedes will take possession of the citadel. Come, Terzky, it is supper-time. What think you? Nay, shall we have the town illuminated In honor of the Swede? And who refuses To do it is a Spaniard and a traitor.

TERZKY. Nay! nay! not that, it will not please the duke - -

ILLO. What; we are masters here; no soul shall dare Avow himself imperial where we've the rule. Gordon! good-night, and for the last time take A fair leave of the place. Send out patrols To make secure, the watchword may be altered. At the stroke of ten deliver in the keys To the duke himself, and then you've quit forever Your wardship of the gates, for on to-morrow The Swedes will take possession of the citadel.

TERZKY (as he is going, to BUTLER). You come, though, to the castle?

BUTLER.
At the right time.

[Exeunt TERZKY and ILLO.


SCENE VIII.

GORDON and BUTLER.

GORDON (looking after them). Unhappy men! How free from all foreboding They rush into the outspread net of murder In the blind drunkenness of victory; I have no pity for their fate. This Illo, This overflowing and foolhardy villain, That would fain bathe himself in his emperor's blood.

BUTLER. Do as he ordered you. Send round patrols, Take measures for the citadel's security; When they are within I close the castle-gate That nothing may transpire.

GORDON (with earnest anxiety).
Oh! haste not so! Nay, stop; first tell me - -

BUTLER.
You have heard already, To-morrow to the Swedes belongs. This night Alone is ours. They make good expedition. But we will make still greater. Fare you well.

GORDON. Ah! your looks tell me nothing good. Nay, Butler, I pray you promise me!

BUTLER.
The sun has set; A fateful evening doth descend upon us, And brings on their long night! Their evil stars Deliver them unarmed into our hands, And from their drunken dream of golden fortunes The dagger at their hearts shall rouse them. Well, The duke was ever a great calculator; His fellow-men were figures on his chess-board To move and station, as his game required. Other men's honor, dignity, good name, Did he shift like pawns, and made no conscience of Still calculating, calculating still; And yet at last his calculation proves Erroneous; the whole game is lost; and low! His own life will be found among the forfeits.

GORDON. Oh, think not of his errors now! remember His greatness, his munificence; think on all The lovely features of his character, On all the noble exploits of his life, And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen, Arrest the lifted sword.

BUTLER.
It is too late. I suffer not myself to feel compassion, Dark thoughts and bloody are my duty now.
[Grasping GORDON's hand. Gordon! 'tis not my hatred (I pretend not To love the duke, and have no cause to love him). Yet 'tis not now my hatred that impels me To be his murderer. 'Tis his evil fate. Hostile occurrences of many events Control and subjugate me to the office. In vain the human being meditates Free action. He is but the wire-worked [8] puppet Of the blind Power, which, out of its own choice, Creates for him a dread necessity. What too would it avail him if there were A something pleading for him in my heart - Still I must kill him.

GORDON.
If your heart speak to you Follow its impulse. 'Tis the voice of God. Think you your fortunes will grow prosperous Bedewed with blood - his blood? Believe it not!

BUTLER. You know not. Ask not! Wherefore should it happen That the Swedes gained the victory, and hasten With such forced marches hitherwards? Fain would I Have given him to the emperor's mercy. Gordon! I do not wish his blood, - but I must ransom The honor of my word, - it lies in pledge - And he must die, or - -
[Passionately grasping GORDON's hand.
Listen, then, and know I am dishonored if the duke escape us.

GORDON. Oh! to save such a man - -

BUTLER.
What!

GORDON.
It is worth A sacrifice. Come, friend! Be noble-minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, Forms our true honor.

BUTLER (with a cold and haughty air).
He is a great lord, This duke, and I am of but mean importance. This is what you would say! Wherein concerns it The world at large, you mean to hint to me, Whether the man of low extraction keeps Or blemishes his honor - So that